She wanted to say, “OOPS’s. What have I done.” But remained silent as her breathing swelled in her stomach and breasts, and Mal just stared at every ounce of her with a look that perhaps told her that she better hang on to her boot straps, for a wild ride was coming.
“You’re such a cleaver one, aren’t you?” He seethed, as his hand fell between her legs and he gripped her hard, very hard.
Wincing in pain and what she thought to be an exquisite type of pleasure, though her static brain was not quite functioning correctly, her muscles tightened along her body, as the look in Mal’s eyes suddenly scared her, which she just intensified her feelings.
Gripping her forcefully, she saw an odd smile grace his lips and his muscled chest began to swell as her eyes fell down along his biceps and fore
